I love the rain, the rain
the falling patter of drums
the slash of joy across my face
The rain tells me
i have many many miles to go before i rest
and many many miles to go before i rest.
I love the pain, the pain
the ache of muscles cross my thighs
the pull of tendons across the arms
The pain tells me
i have many many miles to go before i rest
and many many miles to go before i rest.
i love the heart, the heart
the strings that pull whenever you're in pain
the urge to hold and keep you safe
The heart tells me
i have many many miles to go before i rest
and many many miles to go before i rest.
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